Imagination: call me ‘sense’.
Posted at: 4:38 am
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Underneath these layers of fabric is my skin, and sometimes the fabric gets too thin. I wore it out, I wore it wrong. Take it off, rip the seams, shed my lies and bare this skin, and I’ll start again. I called you nothing.
Underneath the layers of clothes is my heart, and sometimes the clothes get too warm. My skin is hot, my heart beat stops. But you keep it beating. It beats too hard. Can you feel again?
I stop.
I tell you, I want nothing.
But I’ll start again, this time it will last.
I line the threads, I stitch your heart, but mine is breaking. And now I’m out of thread, my needle is no longer sharp. I can’t poke at my own heart.
I’m left with nothing.
I’m not warm enough, and my heart beat would like to stop. Take back your nothing. I can’t start again.
There’s nothing left.
rawr said,
December 21, 2008 @ 4:40 am
this is.. amazing.
Hell, amazing isnt enough.
sedax said,
December 25, 2008 @ 3:39 pm
Thank you very much,your site is perfect
🙂